I have officially fallen in love with the internet. I have joined the ranks of web-info junkies and would happily sit in front of a computer, self-indulging and reading blogs for an entire work day. Unfortunately, my manager has decided on a "better" way for me to spend my time. I am now in charge of closing out pre-2010 service requests. Readers, if you have ever complained about having the worst job in the world, then you have just been usurped. I officially have the most insipid and banal job that requires opening and closing 4,721 (I'm going to spell this out for effect: FOUR THOUSAND SEVEN HUNDRED AND TWENTY ONE. Aka, a lot!) service requests. Not even The Smiths is getting me through the day. And we're talking Morrissey power! Isn't he supposed to like speak to your soul?!
I spent last weekend bouncing from fair to fair. I went to the Downtown Farmer's Market with my roommate, Elisa. She spent the majority of the time discussing her Chilean lover boy while I drifted from booth to booth sampling produce and dairy. My taste buds forced me to fork over money for some fresh ricotta cheese, Pepperhead jelly, and a bundle of strawberries. Ricotta gnocchi is on the menu for this week. That afternoon, the entire household rode our bikes to the Alberta Street Fair. I managed to resist the Italian Ice temptation, but gave in to the black bean garlic Aardvark sauce. Are you guys noticing a trend in my purchases? Handmade jewelry and classic books converted into journals obviously does not tickle my fancy....nor tummy. I spun the Bishops wheel and won a free haircut! Before I could collect my freebie cut coupon, I had to say 'sexy monkey' to the receptionist who hadn't been informed of the "secret code" and stared at me like I was asking for some sort of exotic African haircut. Ben, get your golden locks ready! Just a trim, I promise.
Thursday, August 26, 2010
Thursday, August 19, 2010
8/19/2010
I am the Summer Survey Call Girl. KinderCare sends out surveys to all our enrolled parents and it's m
y job to get into contact/create service requests regarding concerns and feedback. I am now that person who sits in a cubicle and talks with my head set all day long. And strangely enough, it's not awful. In fact, it's like being in a soap opera. Today, I talked with a parent who was disgraced by KinderCare's ethics. And most specifically, how a staff member at one of our centers is having an affair with a married man. Her husband. Or another call about the center director threatening "to bat" a parent at an unaffiliated center. Dramarama. The flip side of this job is my coworkers. Yesterday my boss took the Customer Service Reps (there's three full-time and me) out for drinks and appetizers at the Thatch Tiki Bar. We ordered Mai Tais and the "Pu-pu Platter." My manager told an inappropriate joke about a spaceman and getting it on in a car. It was a strange night. And no worries readers: No drinking/driving for me. I rode the MAX home!
My new house has two major flaws: 1) Around the clock construction workers banging/pounding/waking me up at 7:00 am on Saturday. 2) The price. After reevaluating my finances, I've decided that I do not want to set aside the necessary amount to live in this house. It takes up more than half of my monthly income. So, looks like another move is on the way! To be fair, this isn't something that I had completely overlooked when first moving in. I honestly intended to foot the bill and stay put until winter. But, Dane's brother, Rene, is moving into town and they asked me to be their third roommate. And you all know, you can't say no to friends. So, it's looking like Oct 1 is my next move-in-date! And hopefully my last stop for a while. Stability here I come!
y job to get into contact/create service requests regarding concerns and feedback. I am now that person who sits in a cubicle and talks with my head set all day long. And strangely enough, it's not awful. In fact, it's like being in a soap opera. Today, I talked with a parent who was disgraced by KinderCare's ethics. And most specifically, how a staff member at one of our centers is having an affair with a married man. Her husband. Or another call about the center director threatening "to bat" a parent at an unaffiliated center. Dramarama. The flip side of this job is my coworkers. Yesterday my boss took the Customer Service Reps (there's three full-time and me) out for drinks and appetizers at the Thatch Tiki Bar. We ordered Mai Tais and the "Pu-pu Platter." My manager told an inappropriate joke about a spaceman and getting it on in a car. It was a strange night. And no worries readers: No drinking/driving for me. I rode the MAX home!My new house has two major flaws: 1) Around the clock construction workers banging/pounding/waking me up at 7:00 am on Saturday. 2) The price. After reevaluating my finances, I've decided that I do not want to set aside the necessary amount to live in this house. It takes up more than half of my monthly income. So, looks like another move is on the way! To be fair, this isn't something that I had completely overlooked when first moving in. I honestly intended to foot the bill and stay put until winter. But, Dane's brother, Rene, is moving into town and they asked me to be their third roommate. And you all know, you can't say no to friends. So, it's looking like Oct 1 is my next move-in-date! And hopefully my last stop for a while. Stability here I come!
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
08/11/10
I started temp work at KinderCare Learning Center's Corporate office this week. I'm in the customer care department and have basically sat & observed how to answer/take incoming calls, respond to emails, and create service requests. Adam is my trainer and we talk about fantasy books and Firefly most of the time. Tomorrow though, it's my turn. I get to dive right into the job of Customer Care rep. After two days on the job I would like to tell everyone, be nicer to your call representatives.
On the note of jobs: Rejection, I believe, is synonymous with Katie Acker. If you haven't gathered from that poor-poor-me statement, I was not hired by Springbrook Software. According to them, I was their third choice and that I should be proud that out of hundreds of applicants I made it to the final round. Unfortunately, I would only have felt "proud" had some sort of prize been given out to the third runner up; like say a consolatory pity-check. Or maybe even a ribbon would have boosted the ole ego. Luckily, I have that Acker stubborn gene and have not given up on the search!
This past weekend: I dominated at bowling (does it really count when all the opponents are drinking?...and my score was only a 102?), said a sad, sappy goodbye to Shiv, had girls day with Lizzy and Morgan consisting of outlet mall shopping followed by cosmos and a Sex and the City double feature, had two squatters bunking on my floor, ate tater tots, and received a stick magic wand that Ben made me on his boy camping trip. Expecto Patronum!!
On the note of jobs: Rejection, I believe, is synonymous with Katie Acker. If you haven't gathered from that poor-poor-me statement, I was not hired by Springbrook Software. According to them, I was their third choice and that I should be proud that out of hundreds of applicants I made it to the final round. Unfortunately, I would only have felt "proud" had some sort of prize been given out to the third runner up; like say a consolatory pity-check. Or maybe even a ribbon would have boosted the ole ego. Luckily, I have that Acker stubborn gene and have not given up on the search!
This past weekend: I dominated at bowling (does it really count when all the opponents are drinking?...and my score was only a 102?), said a sad, sappy goodbye to Shiv, had girls day with Lizzy and Morgan consisting of outlet mall shopping followed by cosmos and a Sex and the City double feature, had two squatters bunking on my floor, ate tater tots, and received a stick magic wand that Ben made me on his boy camping trip. Expecto Patronum!!
Wednesday, August 4, 2010
08/04/10
I feel like I'm in a commercial. I just walked every corner of my house with my laptop scouring for free internet. No luck in any of the bathrooms, the kitchen, on the piano, the kitchen table, nor the front porch. Oohhh, but I am a master hunter and have found Portland Experimental Sculpture wifi outside on my back steps! Doesn't matter that it's cloudy and nippy and the construction workers next door keep giving me awkward glances while making a banging and pounding racket. Because of my stolen goods, it's a great day to be outside internet surfing! And, real internet coming shortly.
Friday night was Frææænch date night. I put on a twirling dress and Ben took me out to Chez Machin (thank you Groupon). The food was tantalizingly delicious(I've always wanted to describe a food as "tantalizing." I sound like a critic.) and my stomach was oh-so satisfied. I ordered Chicken Cordon Bleu in honor of Aaron (and may I say, way better than the frozen food kind, but I do miss Cordon Blehhh nights with you) and Ben got the Boeuf Bourguignon/puff pastry delight! Pop insisted that I order an appetizer of french fries and ketchup, but I was not ready to handle the infamous French 'tude and ordered their specialty, French Onion Soup, instead. After our glutinous dinner, we drank wine and watched Le Mépris. It was the perfect French date night.
My weekend was spent packing/hauling/moving/unpacking boxes and large furniture. My house is grown-up style and perfect. My backyard o
pens up to a spiral walking bridge that leads to a park. I anticipate many lazy reading days and picnics. Once I find my camera, I'll post pictures.
The job interview was intense. Springbrook Software is located in the Pink Lady, the tallest building in Portland. I stood outside looking up for a while trying to find my nerves. It was intimidating and towering. The interview was held in the conference room. Me vs the interviewers. It lasted 45 minutes and my palms were sweating, but it was fantastic! I told a few humorous anecdotes, got a couple of laughs; impressed with my questions; said all the right things. Next step is narrowing down to two candidates and having a final interview. I should find out today/tomorrow if I'm a chosen one. So keep those fingers crossed!
Yesterday, I went to a matinee. This is the first time I've ever been to the movies by myself. It wasn't at all depressing. I feel like day time lonely movie watching is perfectly agreeable.
Nate is in Seattle, Stephen is in town visiting, and Jason is moving to Portland. Apparently now is the time to see the NW. Perhaps is has something to do with the 75 degree weather we're having?
Friday night was Frææænch date night. I put on a twirling dress and Ben took me out to Chez Machin (thank you Groupon). The food was tantalizingly delicious(I've always wanted to describe a food as "tantalizing." I sound like a critic.) and my stomach was oh-so satisfied. I ordered Chicken Cordon Bleu in honor of Aaron (and may I say, way better than the frozen food kind, but I do miss Cordon Blehhh nights with you) and Ben got the Boeuf Bourguignon/puff pastry delight! Pop insisted that I order an appetizer of french fries and ketchup, but I was not ready to handle the infamous French 'tude and ordered their specialty, French Onion Soup, instead. After our glutinous dinner, we drank wine and watched Le Mépris. It was the perfect French date night.
My weekend was spent packing/hauling/moving/unpacking boxes and large furniture. My house is grown-up style and perfect. My backyard o
pens up to a spiral walking bridge that leads to a park. I anticipate many lazy reading days and picnics. Once I find my camera, I'll post pictures.The job interview was intense. Springbrook Software is located in the Pink Lady, the tallest building in Portland. I stood outside looking up for a while trying to find my nerves. It was intimidating and towering. The interview was held in the conference room. Me vs the interviewers. It lasted 45 minutes and my palms were sweating, but it was fantastic! I told a few humorous anecdotes, got a couple of laughs; impressed with my questions; said all the right things. Next step is narrowing down to two candidates and having a final interview. I should find out today/tomorrow if I'm a chosen one. So keep those fingers crossed!
Yesterday, I went to a matinee. This is the first time I've ever been to the movies by myself. It wasn't at all depressing. I feel like day time lonely movie watching is perfectly agreeable.
Nate is in Seattle, Stephen is in town visiting, and Jason is moving to Portland. Apparently now is the time to see the NW. Perhaps is has something to do with the 75 degree weather we're having?
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
07/28/10
The majority of this week I've spent eating baked potatoes and watching Wildlife Specials or playing Clockwords in my pjs. After feeling disgustingly lazy, I will roll over and nap or bike to a coffee shop to read/do pre-calculus homework. Don't judge me, I'm embracing unemployment.
I had a phone interview yesterday. After a sweaty fifteen minutes, I made it to the next stage. An interview for tomorrow morning with Springbrook Software has been locked down! Around 10 am pacific time, think of me. Esp Bonbon! I'm hoping since it's her birthday, her good thoughts will bring me luck. When you blow out those 29 candles, mind using that wish on me?! Happy Birthday Bonbon!
I currently have a shade darker than pale tan...that's splotchy and uneven. Last weekend, I went to Sauvie Island and laid out on the beach with Bryan, Lizzy and Morga
n. Everyone playing at the beach seemed to bring water toys, umbrellas and coolers. I packed a bath towel, 
short shorts and a book. Somewhat ill-prepared. Morgan lent me some SPF 30 that I, unfortunately, applied haphazardly which resulted in me looking slightly like a candy cane. The beach had a mountainous view (that seems like it should be an oxymoron. And I'll admit, it was only one mountain) and a relaxing breeze. Decidedly more pleasant than Florida sun beaches. After sunning, we went back to grill chicken-dogs and drink cocktails.Wednesday, July 21, 2010
07/21/10
I think I'm becoming somewhat of a pre-cal wizard! I aced my first exam (sigh of relief) and am counting down the days to the final. My study buddy, Glen, asked me yesterday, "How is it you get this stuff?!" HEY now! This fall I'm thinking about stepping up to the big leagues...Calculus.
Last week, I met up with Amy at the Kennedy School, which is this quirky abandoned scholastic gem house that has been converted into a pub/bowling alley/movie theater/soaking pool/restaurant. We had a beer at the Cypress Room Bar and Amy was great. She reminded me of Tina Fey a bit, but her house was sort of a dud. It was just a little tiny and lacking for the inconvenient location and month-to-month rent. Friends instead of roommates? Yes
! I was feeling a little glum on my bike ride back that night...and a little butt blistered (I think my bike seat needs a few adjustments), but the following day I finally found home. I officially have a roof! And my new house is perfect. Mary Poppins even thinks so! I move in at the end of this month to a two-story, brown house with a large front porch and lavender growing in the yard. I'll be living with two other females and a "tiny" kitty. Oh, and did I mention I'll be living on Prescott Street? Bonbon and Popeye, we're neighbors!...just a few thousand doors down. I'll post more pictures after I move in and unpack a few boxes.
I have an interview next Monday at a non-profit organization and a couple of other job possibilities are in the mix as well. Hopefully, by the end of next week I'll have employment figured out! And a new dress to boot?!!
Bryan and Lizzy took Ben and I out to Miss Delta for dinner last Friday as a thank you for watching the little brutes. While there I gorged on hushpuppies, fried okra, red beans and rice, and a sandwich! That's right, for the very first time (outside of Subway/Quiznos) I ordered a sandwich. I ordered a BBQ Pulled Pork Sammich over Meatloaf! Shocking, right! Was I possessed? We ended the night with date cake (mmmm, date cake--picture Homer Simpson's drooling love-affair with, well all food) and rhyming brain teasers.
Saturday night, the handsome foursome (I'm not sure this needs clarification--Bryan, Ben, Lizzy and I) had double feature, double-date night at St. Johns Theater. We started the night with popcorn and Inception and ended with Hot Lips pizza-by-the-slice and Twilight. Both amazing choices, just sign on facebook for validation. After numbing our brains with glittering, hyper-dramatic wolfvamp teenagers, we joined Sara at the Alibi for her goodbye party. The Alibi is this kitschy, gussied up tiki karaoke bar. And it's amazing. The cocktails come with little umbrellas and everyone is wearing a lei. This place is pricelessly absurd. Unfortunately, they don't have mine and Ben's duet (Summer Wine, a Nancy Sinatra and Lee Hazlewood song) so the patrons of the Alibi missed out on our angelic voices. Drats!
Ben had Monday off d
ue to his new wonky work schedule. We finished our puzzle and watched too many episodes of Buffy.
Last week, I met up with Amy at the Kennedy School, which is this quirky abandoned scholastic gem house that has been converted into a pub/bowling alley/movie theater/soaking pool/restaurant. We had a beer at the Cypress Room Bar and Amy was great. She reminded me of Tina Fey a bit, but her house was sort of a dud. It was just a little tiny and lacking for the inconvenient location and month-to-month rent. Friends instead of roommates? Yes
! I was feeling a little glum on my bike ride back that night...and a little butt blistered (I think my bike seat needs a few adjustments), but the following day I finally found home. I officially have a roof! And my new house is perfect. Mary Poppins even thinks so! I move in at the end of this month to a two-story, brown house with a large front porch and lavender growing in the yard. I'll be living with two other females and a "tiny" kitty. Oh, and did I mention I'll be living on Prescott Street? Bonbon and Popeye, we're neighbors!...just a few thousand doors down. I'll post more pictures after I move in and unpack a few boxes.I have an interview next Monday at a non-profit organization and a couple of other job possibilities are in the mix as well. Hopefully, by the end of next week I'll have employment figured out! And a new dress to boot?!!
Bryan and Lizzy took Ben and I out to Miss Delta for dinner last Friday as a thank you for watching the little brutes. While there I gorged on hushpuppies, fried okra, red beans and rice, and a sandwich! That's right, for the very first time (outside of Subway/Quiznos) I ordered a sandwich. I ordered a BBQ Pulled Pork Sammich over Meatloaf! Shocking, right! Was I possessed? We ended the night with date cake (mmmm, date cake--picture Homer Simpson's drooling love-affair with, well all food) and rhyming brain teasers.
Saturday night, the handsome foursome (I'm not sure this needs clarification--Bryan, Ben, Lizzy and I) had double feature, double-date night at St. Johns Theater. We started the night with popcorn and Inception and ended with Hot Lips pizza-by-the-slice and Twilight. Both amazing choices, just sign on facebook for validation. After numbing our brains with glittering, hyper-dramatic wolfvamp teenagers, we joined Sara at the Alibi for her goodbye party. The Alibi is this kitschy, gussied up tiki karaoke bar. And it's amazing. The cocktails come with little umbrellas and everyone is wearing a lei. This place is pricelessly absurd. Unfortunately, they don't have mine and Ben's duet (Summer Wine, a Nancy Sinatra and Lee Hazlewood song) so the patrons of the Alibi missed out on our angelic voices. Drats!
Ben had Monday off d
ue to his new wonky work schedule. We finished our puzzle and watched too many episodes of Buffy.Tuesday, July 13, 2010
07/13/10
Have I mentioned lately that the real world is tough? I'm too soft for it. I have blubber around the mid-section and scrawny arms. I want to be a baby bird! I don't need soaring wings; just a little nesting. So basically, yours truly experienced the cruel cruel ways of the corporate microcosm. I was swallowed up and spit out by the big, bad bugs (aka, valley girl with blonde hair). Tired of me talking in an anology? Let's get to the dirt. I am no longer employed with Income Property Management. According to my manager, it's good and bad news! Except, I'm still unsure what the good news is. Last week, I was informed that a replacement had been found for my position. Yay!!???? Basically, a girlfriend of someone at the company came in looking for a job and left with mine. The receptionist position was only unofficially mine, and now it's hers. I've been kicked to the curb. After my unsavory reaction, my manager offered me a few hours this week to help bring in a little income while I job search. Since the shock has worn off, I'm actually kind of excited! I've applied for some really cool jobs, and honestly, who wants to do mail for six hours a day? Really, that's all IPM had to offer me: repitious mail sorting and dirty dishes. Not for me!
I finally decided to part ways with my current roommates. I just hate Bentley (the Beagle). He urinated on my new books! I can take destroying my boots and eating my cat's food, but desecrating my books is too far! Those are sacred. So, I am still on the quest for the perfect house to move to. The last few I've check out have been duds. For example: In one of the houses, my bedroom had slanted ceilings, no closet and my favorite part, had "f*** the pigs" punk rock, paint job. Uh, not so much. I didn't even complete the tour of the rest of the home. But, I'm hoping tonight my living situation will get squared away. Details if it pans out! A little spoiler: 33 year old Amy, tw
o fat cats, and NO BOYS (sorry guys, I just miss tabloids and chick flicks). Keep your fingers crossed!
While visiting the Tillamook Chese Factory, Ben and I picked up a country musicians puzzle! Basically, every day we age. Are we somewhere around 65 and retired? In any case, we are puzzle machines!
I finally decided to part ways with my current roommates. I just hate Bentley (the Beagle). He urinated on my new books! I can take destroying my boots and eating my cat's food, but desecrating my books is too far! Those are sacred. So, I am still on the quest for the perfect house to move to. The last few I've check out have been duds. For example: In one of the houses, my bedroom had slanted ceilings, no closet and my favorite part, had "f*** the pigs" punk rock, paint job. Uh, not so much. I didn't even complete the tour of the rest of the home. But, I'm hoping tonight my living situation will get squared away. Details if it pans out! A little spoiler: 33 year old Amy, tw
o fat cats, and NO BOYS (sorry guys, I just miss tabloids and chick flicks). Keep your fingers crossed!While visiting the Tillamook Chese Factory, Ben and I picked up a country musicians puzzle! Basically, every day we age. Are we somewhere around 65 and retired? In any case, we are puzzle machines!
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